Mulberry Rain

Rain falls from the leaves 
of the mulberry outside my window--
purple berries drop from its branches 
staining the walk--
my dog tracks them into the kitchen.

I love the rain--
my noisy neighbor stops working on his truck.
The rain, the berries, my dog
all soothe me,
but I am falling, too--
just slowly.

A 55 for my excellent BFF.


Sherry Blue Sky said…
"But I am falling too--just slowly." Me too, kiddo. This is so beautiful. An exquisite posey.
hedgewitch said…
I only hope we can nourish as much as the mulberries--which are also incredibly fertile little buggers. I wish you peace from the clanging, and thanks for playing, dear Shay.
tonispencer said…
Falling like the rain. Mulberries...purple like heart's blood. Every time it rains, I fall along with it.
Kerry O'Connor said…
I find the combination of simple things soothing too... makes the fall bearable somehow.
Vivian Zems said…
A poet will always find a way to wax lyrical even in the midst of head-banging noise! Don’t fall too far!
Susie Clevenger said…
In a world gone insane simple things are saviors. I grew up with mulberry trees. My mother made purple dye from them.
Shadow said…
A sensory delight, superb and have a kick-ass weekend
Sioux Roslawski said…
We have some mulberry bushes, the birds love them, and the birds also love pooping on my car after they've enjoyed the berries.

How are you "falling"?
annell4 said…
Yes, I remember mulberry trees in the neighbor's yard. The beautiful deep purple berries, that would stain your fingers. Falling with the rain, is perfect. Rain is perfect...if you have to fall. Perhaps rain softens the fall? Loved your write.